Hyde has spoken.
I hope the exit is joyful and I hope never to return.
|—||The last words of Frida Kahlo written in her diary (July 1954)|
I want to wake up and smell the cold forest air, I want to feel the soft moss under my bare feet as I sip tea. I don’t want to worry about what time it is or whats going to happen next. I just want to be.
This makes me happy.
Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
|—||Sylvia Plath (via mermaidsongs)|